On the seventh day of the new year's day, Shen Zhaozheng went to the army. He was busy in the apartment alone, looking at the menu and cooking for her man, just like a little wife.

It's still cold outside. The snow in the grass hasn't melted. It's warm in the hut. She stands beside the glazed platform and looks at the borscht boiling in the pot. She is warm in her heart.

It was dusk when Shen Zhaozheng came back from the outside. He untied the button of his military uniform with one hand and went into the kitchen at the same time.

Miss turned around and leaned on the platform and looked up at him: "you're back. Dinner is ready."

"It's very virtuous of us to read."

He put down the spoon in his hand and reached out to unbutton for him. The button of military uniform was very tight, so it took a lot of time to undo it.

She untied one after another, and finally took off his military uniform. Inside was a gray cashmere sweater, and inside was a sky blue military shirt.

She took his uniform and clattered to the bedroom.

Shen Zhaozheng followed her, watching her carefully hang his military uniform for him, and then hugged her from behind.

"Don't make a fuss, I still want to cook soup."

Shen Zhaozheng picked her up and carried her all the way to the kitchen. Then he held her in one hand and untied the lid of the pot with the other to see if the ingredients in the pot were cooked.

Thinking of leaning on his chest, smiling: "uncle, how long have we been talking?"

Shen Zhaozheng eyebrow micro PICK: "the year before last, the early autumn, a year and a half."

Thinking of the smile deeper: "feel also for a long time Oh."

They are still so sticky, it seems that they do not want to separate for a moment.

Just like her parents.

Shen Zhaozheng released her, poured out the soup and took it to the living room: "OK, it's dinner."

Love people together, how can not be bored.

After dinner, Shen Zhaozheng answered the phone on the balcony, dealt with matters in the army, hung up the phone, and thought about drinking a cup of milk while watching TV.

Because it also belongs to the Chinese new year, the variety shows on TV are very festive and boisterous.

She put down the cup and there was a circle of milky white around her mouth.

Shen Zhaozheng could not help but bow down and kiss her lips.

"Look Watching TV. "

"You have milk on your mouth..."

It's just an excuse. With a kiss, she's laid flat, and then she's picked up and walks to the bedroom.

He looked at him with scarlet face: "remember to wear..."

"Well? What? "

"Safety measures..."

"Don't worry It won't make you pregnant. "

Safety measures are in place, and it is a night of groaning.

Shen Zhaozheng is energetic and vigorous at the same time. He has suffered a lot.

The next morning, thinking about the nest in his arms, he was so angry that he gnashed his teeth: "if you do this again, I will not come to live in the future."

Shen Zhaozheng a placate, gently help her massage waist: "is not already very abstemious?"

"Nonsense, control a fart."

Shen Zhaozheng body pasted up: "don't you know what I'm not controlling?"

Thinking immediately counselled: "know know, is abstinence, is abstinence."

Shen Zhaozheng's hot kiss fell on her neck. She couldn't help but utter an ambiguous voice.

"My parents are coming to see me in March."

"Well."

"Commander Gu seems to know where we are going."